OOC:

Yall can go ahead and start I myself still have to make a character.

Arabella walked around the abandoned orphanage, whistling to herself. She wasn't sure why she wanted to visit the old orphanage, but something had drawn her there. She took a step through the barred-open doors and coughed when a dust cloud formed. She heard a creaking of floorboards above her.
"Hello?" She called nervously. "Is anybody here?" She prayed that there wasn't. She wasn't sure what her whistling could have manipulated them to do accidentally. She felt in her pocket and patted her mouse, Chapin on the head. He poked his head out and squeaked. Something had scared him.
"Sh, Chapin." She said, trying to quiet the mouse. "What if something heard you? It could be a cat." The mouse seemed to understand her and quickly ducked back inside her pocket.

Walking back from his job as a bartender, Claud Hill sighed. He hated that job. He hated the drunkards who came so often, loud and aggressive. Occassionally there would be a fight, someone would break it up, someone would end up with a bloody nose, and Claud would just be watching, saddened by the state of humanity. What was worse, he was pretty sure his boss was gonna fire him all because he lacked the ability to juggle glasses before pouring in an alcoholic beverage, then grin and dazzle everyone with the whiteness of perfect teeth. He would rather just pour in the drink and give it to whoever ordered it. And no, he did not have perfect white teeth, they were tinged with yellow.
"Maybe I should get my teeth sorted out someday...?" Claud thought to himself. "Hmmmmm doesn't that cost a shitload of money? I'll look it up on the internet."
In his thoughts, he failed to notice a second presence watching him. But who could blame him, when the thing itself was invisible? It was close, that was for sure, so close he would be able hold it, but no one could. But it was there. Life went on in Chicago, and friendless Claud Hill continued on his way home.
"I need to go food shopping, don't I?" Claud briefly tried to remember the contents of his refrigerator, then realised, yes he would need food, when all that was left was frozen microwave curry meal and a half eaten ham sandwich. So it was off to 7/11.
"Hey watch it you retard."
"Sorry," was Claud's meek answer, but then, the man had already gone ahead, not paying anymore attention to him.
"That was an awfully rude person," came a voice. The voice was male, the voice of a young man. It's accent was posh. British, Claud thought. Royal.
"You think?" replied Claud, then froze. " Oh shit, am I going schizo?
"No. I'm in your head, communicating with you via telepathy"
"Right. I'm going crazy," Claud said to himself. He looked around to make sure no one was seeing him talking to himself.
"No, I'm very real. Claud, I'm, how should I put it... A guardian spirit. But if you want proof, then please... Head to the old orphanage, the abandoned one."
"Sure whatever," said Claud, before deciding to head straight home. He could make do with curry and a sandwich. Maybe lack of sleep was making him hear things? He wasn't sure. But if the voice persisted...
"Oh, I'll persist alright, but I guess you should get some sleep. You're a mess."
At his small apartment in some part of Chicago, Claud dug out a half eaten sandwich and bit down. It tasted alright, and would provide him with enough energy to-
Scratch that, he felt tired. More tired than he had ever felt. His eyelids became heavy and struggled to keep his eyes open. The dark haired introvert lay down on his bed, fully clothed and sleep came almost immediately. He welcomed the darkness with open arms... Only it wasn't just blackness.
That night, Claud had the strangest dream. In it, was the orphanage, so vivid and clear even in his dream. The state it was in was terrible, though most abandoned things tended to be in crap condition after a while.
Then he knew, he had to find this orphanage. And the next morning, that was what he set out to do. He realised he had overslept, and as a result, was late for his job.
"Was gonna get fired anyway" thought Claud
"So now, you have no excuse to not visit the orphanage"
"Goddamit, it's that voice again"
"No need to be so angry. I just want to help"
"What, do you think it's life or death? Screw the orphanage."
But as much as Claud wanted to say he didnt, he wanted to find the orphanage more than anything else. The urge was primal, it felt natural like self-preservation. He soon found that his feet were moving of their own accord. It was like watching his body from the outside, watching as it made it's way to the mysterious orphanage. Soon, work didn't matter. Neither did anything else.
Then he was there, standing outside the abandoned orphanage in it's sorry state. He decided to go in through a back entrance. He would rather not have anyone asking why he was going inside an abandoned building.
"Go on. Inside"
Claud complied and went inside.
He looked around at the sad place, charred remains of something much more pleasant. The place was haunting, it sent chills down his spine. But it felt oddly comforting, as Claud imagined children running down the stairs in time for dinner, a kindly middle-aged lady looking after them, tucking them in, telling stories. Then the tearful, but happy goodbyes as they were adopted. Then a fire, a terrible fire. Who made it out? Who died in agony, engulfed by flames? Claud shivered and went up the stairs. It looked sturdy enough to support him even after the fire and so he went up, every step creating a small cloud of dust. Looking around the blackened interior, Claud took another step. The floorboards creaked loudy.
"You're about to meet someone special"

Arabella had a song start playing in her head. Whatever was above her, she didn't want to doom as she reached in her bag for her notebook. Once she found the purple notebook, she looked for a pen. She began writing the words as they forced themselves into her head. Once the words were finally done flowing, she put the notebook bag. A creak was heard from the darkened ceiling. Arabella took in the fact that a fire had been here. Maybe it was a fire like the one that killed her parents? She shook her head.
"We've never seen anything like this," the expert had said.
"A purple fire is unheard of when there is no substance that burns that color in the house," Another one voiced. A seven-year-old Arabella hid in a bush, listening to the conversation.
"Poor girl, no family. She will have to be put up for adoption." She remembers her first day at an orphanage like this one. She never made friends there.
A ten year old Arabella was in the room she had to herself. She was singing and sitting on her bed when there was a knock on the door.
"Arabella," The kind, old lady said. "A man would like to adopt you. He heard your voice from all the way downstairs." She was so happy that someone was adopting her for her voice. It was one of the few things she took pride in. She picked up the small mouse that she had befriended without the woman's permission. The lady came through the threshold, accompanied by a tall man. He had dark, curly hair and sunglasses. He was a rockstar.
A twelve year old Arabella sat in her expensive room, listening to a party going on downstairs. The man that had adopted her while he was drunk, was a rockstar, Chad Carimni. He threw parties often and barely cared for his daughter. She had brought her mouse with her and once Chad had tried to kill it. She named him Chapin and he was her only friend.
Fifteen year old Arabella was often out on the streets wandering around the city. She was not missed by her adopted father.
A rat ran across her foot and brought her back to the present. She squealed at the rodent. She was only okay with Chapin because he was clean and cute. She jumped as the orphanage creaked again.
"Hello?" She called into the darkness.

"Hello?"
Claud froze when he heard the voice. It was unmistakably female and it came from downstairs. In fact, if Claud had looked below, through the cracks, he would have seen a slim blonde girl wearing ripped jeans, but he didn't. He stood still, contemplating his next action. Should he answer back, or stay silent? The floorboards were far too creaky to stay silent, so he decided to approach the source of the voice.
"Is this your "special person"?"
No answer.
Thoughts ran through his head, making him more nervous. Who could this girl be? Could she be the police? Very unlikely. Could she have been drawn to the orphanage like Claud? Could she be as the voice in Claud's head described, "special"? Could she hear voices? If so, then it would mean that he might not have gone off the deep end after all. Unless of course, the girl was insane. Claud doubted she was, though sometimes, you never knew.
"I'm starting to dislike you associating me with madness. No, I doubt she can hear "voices". Voices should be exclusive to you. It's all part of your power"
"Power?" The only type of power Claud could call to mind, was political power.
"Magic"
"Bullshit"
"Whatever"
But of course, Claud was intrigued. With the orphanage and this voice. The way he was draw to this burnt out building. As he, made his way down the stairs to confront the girl, dozens of memories flashed through his head that seemed to be forced into his head. Claud was certain being in the orphanage was what was making him recall so much.
Grey fire...Not...Smoke... Very strange....Look, books...I'll read you a story.....So sorry to say....Dead...Accident...All alone...crime...accidents....Afraid.....Death...
Before the thoughts became too much for Claud to handle, they stopped and Claud found himself staring at a blond haired girl. She looked to be at least 15, younger than Claud and she had purple
eyes. She was pretty. But what Claud was more intrigued with, was what she was doing here, in the orphanage.
"I'll leave you two some room. She's like you Claud, unique, special. Have fun"
Still puzzled about what the voice meant by "special", Claud brought himself to say 3 words:
"Who are you?"

The old orphanage had been condemned but that wouldn't stop its new visitor a guide for those young ones with power awaited them to return to the old place he sat on the steps eagerly waiting his new charges he would teach them to attune to the powers before allowing them to leave Magia. He himself was an old witch who had learned nearly all the elements save for the dark ones such as Shadow and Necro power, his name was Morgan Ashcroft but most just called him Ash with his fold out chair in place he sat between the arches of the fallen in building waiting and watching the still world of Magia.

The streets of the old neighborhood where he lived with his parents seemed so different now as he walked them hands in his pocket searching out for reasons why he saw what looked to be pixie's jetting through the air. When ever he saw a vagrant or a beggar he would stop and try and speak to them but it was like he didn't exist scared and alone Nicolai went to the only place he ever felt comfortable the old orphanage which upon coming towards it he noticed a man sitting in a fold out chair carrying a conversation with himself. Confused the boy waited in the shadows hopeful to see this crazy mans next moves.

Arabella was stunned to see someone else. She had only asked if anyone was there to make sure no one was. She looked up at the man who was slightly taller. He had black hair and dark eyes and seemed to be fighting something in his head. She was ready to run in case he was a police officer. Maybe his strange emotion he was showing was him trying to remember her name after seeing a picture of her. She had appeared on a poster that said, "Have you seen this child?" In the picture her eyes seemed a much brighter purple and that gave her away easily. She felt Chapin shutter in her pocket. The mouse was always scared, but Arabella knew it came from being small and weak. She knew how he felt.
Her bangs fell into her eyes as she took a step back, the fear of the unknown was what scared her the most. The man asked a simple question, "Who are you?" Not "What are you doing here?" as the police would have asked. She thought he could have been drawn there, too, but shook the thought out of her head quickly.
"My name's Aly-" She had started to say Alyssa. That was the name she used whenever she didn't know if she could trust someone. But something in her head compelled her to trust him. "Arabella. You?" She tried to sound mature, but knew she stuttered. Changing your name mid-sentence wasn't easy.

"She stuttered on her name. She sounds nervous, maybe a little afraid. Who can blame her, coming into an abandoned
orphanage alone, running into stranger inside. She's definitely not the police. Hmmmm, since I came from upstairs, and she came here after me, through the front door, then she may think I live here. I should clear that up."
There was no reply from the voice.
"I don't live here, just so you know." Claud immediately felt like slapping himself. Who says something like that? "Uh, nevermind. My name's Dean."
"You filthy liar"
"Shut up, I don't trust her enough to let her know my name."
Claud felt like hitting himself again, when he realised he had said the last part out loud.

Arabella blinked a few times. She wasn't sure what was up with this guy. Maybe he was mental.
"I didn't say anything..." She said after being told to shut up.
"I don't think anybody lives here, except rats," She looked around, pointedly at the burnt room around her.
"And listen, I don't normally tell people my name either. But i have a... feeling. Wow, I sound crazy. I was going to say Alyssa." She blushed in the darkness. She reached up to scratch her nose and unknowingly left a smudge from the ash on the walls on her cheek.
"You're the first person I've told my name to in two years. We're not exchanging last names, the least you could do is not lie, Dean." She thought she sounded mature there. She laughed inwardly. How could someone as short as her be mature?

"You should trust her "Dean". I told you she's special. Just like you."
""I just met her, you think I can trust her?"
"And how exactly do you think she'll turn on you? Look at her."
Arabella, did look and sound sincere. The speech she had given, did put Claud a little at ease, but he was still wary.
"My name is Claud Hill... I was a talking to a voice in my head. I sound crazy I know, but it told me to trust you. It said we were special. Said we had power."
"Here you are telling her about me... And your last name"
Claud wondered what to say next, ignoring the voice.
"Did you come alone?"

Arabella shook her head and giggled.
"I don't go anywhere alone and I guess you and your voice don't either." She wasn't sure if she could trust him to say it was just her and her pet, but Chapin answered that question for her. The black and white mouse crawled onto her shoulder and tilted his head at the man.
"This is Chapin. He's one of the best mice ever." She then paused, rethinking his words.
"Well, Claud Hill, what's your special power?"

"You believe that special power bullshit? If there's any power I have, then it's hearing this voice, which is really starting to piss me off."
"You wound me with your words"
Although Claud still didn't believe in "special powers", but he was still curious about the orphanage and how it lured him to it in it's burnt down state. Then there was the voice, which Claud was starting to think wasn't him going crazy. It still worried him a little and made him think: what if this was true? Claud almost smiled at the thought, recalling stories he had read. The almighty wizard, blessed with immortality, wielding the most powerful magic known to man. He was often evil and defeated. Claud liked the idea of immortality and magic, minus being evil. Though Claud always knew that stuff didn't exist, but still. Immortality. Endless life. The best kind of immortality, where only you could willingly end it all when it got too boring. Claud believed someday science would birth a type of immortality, although not an entirely desirable sort.
"What do you mean by special powers?" Claud decided to ask. He wanted to know. "Were you drawn to here by something?"

Arabella bit her lip.
"I was drawn here by something..." She wasn't sure why she was here, she just was. She had subconciously wandered this direction for a few months and finally was here. He was the one who said the voice said he was special. They were special and had powers. Was her voice a power? She thought it would count.
"Yeah, I beleive the power thing. Have you ever done anything... special? Out of the ordinary?" She didn't want to sound crazy, but he was the one hearing voices so she couldn't be too crazy. Plus, if her singing was a "power" then almost any rockstar had it didn't they? Chapin shook like he was saying WRONG! He was right, they couldn't manipulate people like she could. Music had an impression on people, but her singing took total control of them.

"So we were both drawn here, to the orphanage for some reason," said Claud. "But no, I've never done anything out of the ordinary. My life is as boring as it gets. But yesterday, coming back from work, I heard this voice. It told me about this place, and said I should come here. I felt like I needed to come here, it was a need as simple as food or sleep."
Pausing briefly, Claud thought of what else to say. A few things nagged at him for some reason, but he thought about the presence.
"Okay, 1 thing I want to ask. Aren't your parents worried about you? You're probably no older than 18, on the streets of Chicago, with only a mouse for company, and I don't think you brought a friend. There are some nasty people on these streets, what if it wasn't me in this orphanage but some criminal?"

Arabella shrugged.
"Ran away last year, but my adopted father has never looked for me. My birth parents died in a really strange fire like one they have never seen before."
She paused, unsure why she was saying this.
"My 'dad' was a rockstar and didn't have time for me anyways." She tried to think of an answer to the other part of the question. She then faked a few punches.
"And I can defend myself."

"Orphaned, like me" though Claud. "And not just that. The fire was a strange color. I once heard something like that about my parent's death. Grey fire, but not smoke. Extremely strange... But what an asshole... Didn't even bother looking for her. Some people just shouldn't have kids, the way they treat them."
"I see... I'll take your word for it that you can defend yourself then." replied Claud. "But something has been bothering me. Could someone else have come to the orphanage too?"

Arabella listened closely and heard someone chanting outside. "Outside. There's someone outside." She tucked Chapin into her pocket. "Should we go out there or risk it in here?" She was getting nervous and shuffled her feet a little bit, ready to run if needed.

Claud found he was getting sick of seeing the what remained of the burnt down orphanage. The air felt heavy inside, and now, Claud just wanted to get out.
"Cant stand this place," answered Claud. "But someone chanting? Outside the orphanage? We should go out the back door, just in case."
The voice in Claud's head had remained silent for longer than Claud expected. But he wasn't complaining. It was annoying him.

Arabella nodded. She began making her way carefully to the back door. She tripped over a rug and landed on the dusty floorboards. A cloud of ash went up in her face and caused her to start a sneezing fit. She sat up and made sure Chapin was okay, sneezing the entire time. She hoped that the ashes she had breathed in weren't somebody's cremation. The thought was out of her head as quick as a sneeze. They were small sneezes and not the huge AACHOOO kind. They still made her nervous not to attract attention from the person outside.

Claud looked behind, seeing Arabella trip over. When she got back to feet, he held a pointed finger to his lips, the universal sign for "Shhhhh". He could see sunlight streaming in from holes in the back door. He briefly wondered what kind of person could be waiting for them outside. He wondered where Arabella would go, but first, they had someone to deal with. Carefully pushing open the back door, praying it wouldn't or creak or anything. Claud stepped out into the sunlight.
With his back to a blackened, ruined wall, he hoped to see someone with a quick peek. And see someone he did. Sitting between arches, on a fold-out chair was a young man with brown hair.
"Obviously, he was waiting for us... But why? I gotta know. Why am I walking towards him? Damn, it's like with the orphanage. Where is that voice?."
Those were Claud's thoughts before approaching the man to greet him.

Arabella's eyes widened as she saw Claud approach the man. He had seemed so careful and not quick to trust people. The man in the fold out chair was the one chanting and she saw another person watching him. She wanted to warn Claud, but he was already to far ahead. She lingered in the shadow of the orphanage before following suit. She kept on her toes and was ready to run. She kept both eyes on the second person. He was watching the chanter, too.

Morgan stood up feeling the eyes of the orphans on him he raised his left hand and from it fireballs danced into the air and swirled around the confused orphans. "Welcome home children".

Claud couldn't help but stare at the fireballs around him, and he was scared. The fire had come from the crazy man in front of Claud and all he did was raise his left hand. Claud was shaking. He could feel the power emnating from this man... Power? He never believed in power as in magic or superpowers, but he seeing it in action wasn't he? This fire?
The man had also said, "Welcome home children". This further confused Claud. He was tempted to run, but who knew what this man could do?
"What are you?" the words came out as almost a whisper.

Morgan smiled closing his hand the fireballs disappeared as fast as they came and slowly he decesdended from the steps only to stop one the ruined walkway. "I'm just like all of you except I can control my powers and I know more then just fire I can do anything I put my mind too", he said loudly raising both his hands. A bolt of lightning struck the old orphanage sign which broke and fell towards the ground. Upon its hitting of the ground it transformed into neon pixie's and butterflies that floated off into the air and around the orphans.